Manwhore

I am stack here in the arms of my mother
I am fighting but I never want to break free
The comfort in the smell that tickles my nostrils
Makes me tired and I just want to sleep
The heartbeat and my bare feet against the floor
The sweatpants and my dirty hands opens the door
The waiting, anticipating of the engines war
The driveway on a summer day when daddy comes home
I’ve been fighting really hard with my brother
And now I’m shaking 'cause of course he could beat me
But the pain’s not from the red swollen forehand
It’s from some place to much deeper within